I tried a new recipe the other night. I wasn't too sure about it due to the soy sauce and sesame oil. I am a "anything but Chinese" kind of girl when it comes to food. Something about the smell....but I digress. Both boys have the Farmer Boy's love of Chinese food. And the pictures made my mouth water.

The boys tried it. They tried several bites. They did not complain. Miracle, you ask?

Close.

What was amazing is that they had an open mind. They actually tried several bites before deciding they did not care for it. Usually Baby J is quick to gripe and call something "disgusting," while Payne will only try to teeniest-tiniest smallest speck with which he can escape.

It helps to have hungry boys. They had been out working the pigs after school, and were starving. They sprinkled on a little extra seasoned salt and drowned each piece in ketchup. But they did eat. They agreed we did not have to cook that recipe again.

*yes, I know some of you have liked them for a while, and I normally am at the front of new music, not on the finally-popular-with-the-world backend. I'll try to find my cutting-edge. I think I lost it about the time I lost Mom-of-the-Year last year.

The Dos Hermanos are back in school, and I struggle to find my groove. The weeks without normalcy have taken their toll.

I started by heading back to the gym Tuesday. The body is paying for 3 weeks of sloth-ness.

I threw all the stacks on my desk into a box. The plan? To sort and purge and organize.

Jon's new computer came. iTunes will not install. iTunes hates it here at the FarmFresh IT center right now. iTunes is the work of the Satan. iTunes and Vista are trying to kill each other. Add my computer and the inability to connect my phone because it will spiral down a drain of death to my woes. Apple, why do you taunt me with your sleek sexiness?

Hops went home to the Hagedorns, and Jackson is despondent. No surprise there. He moped into school this morning, big brown eyes full of tears waiting to spill out. He doesn't do well when fun things come to an end.

I won the family bowl pool. Rheagan and I were brave enough to pick the sand fleas to go down, and they did so in stunning fashion. Doesn't matter who wins tonight, I am the victor.

I ordered some seeds the other day. I can't wait to eat these little peppers. Now I must decide where my new little garden will grow.